Father pt.11
Tuesday, February 3rd, 20091 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6 – 7 – 8 – 9 – 10
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“Hi, Mum, I can come pick the girls up today.” It was Sunday.
“Mark, I tried to ring you yesterday.”
“I wasn’t in.” When I got back, I had been overcome with tiredness and had gone to bed and fallen asleep almost instantly.
“I know, but I tried ringing your mobile.” I reached into my pocket and pulled out the little telephone. It was switched off.


